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Willow's POV (June 29th)
The four of us were hanging out in the living room watching Duck-tective reruns. The most recent episode had shown one of Duck-tective's really smart friends putting together clues from some of the previous mysteries. Something big was going to happen very soon, so they were running a marathon to get everyone caught up before tonight's new episode.
"You've gone too far this time Duck-tective!" The Constable said angrily. Duck-tective started quacking, and the subtitles read, On the contrary, I know exactly what I'm doing. The show went to commercial and Stan was about to change the channel when the doorbell rang.
"I got it, might be customers," Stan said, opening the door. "Welcome to a world of mystery!" He said enthusiastically. Then, "The tax collector! You found me!" He activated a smoke bomb and ran back inside. He pulled a painting away from the wall, then threw a duffel bag full of money on the floor, patting the wall stones. "Which one of these is the trap door?"
"Mister Pines," a man in a suit said, walking into the room. "I'm from the Winning-house Coupon Savers contest, and YOU ARE OUR BIIIG WINNER!" A man with a camera ran in, throwing confetti everywhere. Two models followed with a giant check for $10,000,000 held between them.
"My one and only dream, which was to possess money, has come true!" Stan said excitedly, shaking the man's hand and flirting with the models.
"We're rich! I'm gonna get a butler!" Dipper yelled.
"I'm gonna buy a talking horse!" Mabel added.
"I'm gonna start a vampire hunting business!" I said, everyone looking at me weird. "What?"
"Just sign here for the money," the man said, holding a clipboard out to Stan. Stan took the pen and signed, making us millionaires.
"STANFORD YOU FOOL!" That little creep Gideon ripped through our check, laughing like a maniac. "You just signed the Mystery Shack over to lil' ol' me!"
"Really?" "So I CAN'T have a talking horse?" "Give us back the shack you little maniac!" Dipper, Mabel and I said angrily.
"Chill kids. Might wanna take another look there," Stan said, giving the clipboard to Gideon.
"'The Shack is hereby signed over to… SUCK A LEMON LITTLE MAN?!'" He read, us laughing at him. "I am not a threat to be taken lightly!" He yelled, the lawyer picking Gideon up. "I'll get you Stanford Pines! I'll get you all!" The lawyer backed up, taking Gideon and the models with him.
"Wanna see what else is on TV?" Stan asked us. We all nodded and sat back down, wishing Gideon would give up messing with us.
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"No fair! You cheated!" I yelled at Dipper as he knocked my king over.
"Did not," He replied, putting all of the pieces back on the board.
"I want a rematch!" I said, putting my pieces in their place.
"Don't worry. Give me five minutes against Mabel, then I'll ram your king into the ground again."
"Says the boy who lost his queen within five moves," I said, standing up. That was why he won more than me; he could play better with less powerful pieces. But we were both way better than Mabel. Like he said, three minutes into the game and Mabel was already in check.
"Little guy to black space nine!" Mabel said, moving one of Dipper's pawns the wrong way, leaving her King defenseless.
"It's a pawn, that's not your color, and stop stealing the knights," Dipper told her. For some reason, Mabel always kidnapped the knights. I don't think she even knows how to play chess.
"They're tiny horses and they like it better in here! Don't you babies?" She started making horse noises.
"Those horses will get mad at you for kidnapping them. They're going to grow to the size of trees and be able to move around on their own. They're going to track you down and make you play chess against them to the death. And you're going to lose and get killed because you stink at chess," I told Mabel. She glared at me as Dipper checked her king.
"And, checkmate! Dipper wins again!" He said, adding a tally mark to his column of his notebook. He had 85, mine had 70, and Mabel had none. Told you she stinks.
"Hey Mabel, can you get me that brain in the jar? The lady one?" Soos asked her.
"I got it." "Let me," Dipper and I said, both moving to get it, but Soos stopped us.
"Thanks dudes, but Mabel's taller," He said, grabbing the brain on his own. We both looked at each other, confused.
"She not taller than us." "We've always been the same height." The three of us stood up and Soos measured us.
"Yep, she's got exactly one millimeter on you two!" Soos said, stepping back. How did he even notice that to start with?
"Don't you guys see what's happening here? This millimeter is just the beginning. I'm evolving into the superior sibling! Bigger! Stronger! Alpha-Pine, Alpha-Pine!" Mabel started teasing us, laughing. I wasn't that worried – no one could even notice a millimeter difference – but Dipper had to defend himself.
"Mabel, it doesn't make a difference. Nobody even uses millimeters. It only makes you taller than us in Canada."
"You know; I've always wanted little siblings. Who knew I already had them? Yeah!"
"Uh, me!" I jumped in. "You were born first. You've always been older than us. And that extra millimeter will make you turn into a giant 100 feet tall and you'll destroy the town. Have fun with that." Mabel stopped laughing and glared at me. Back in Piedmont, it would have ended there, but just then Stan walked in.
"I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!" Stan said, rubbing his hands together.
"I'm taller than Dipper and Willow!" Mabel told him.
"By ONE millimeter!" Dipper and I added. Probably would have been better off not saying anything.
"Don't get… short with your sister!" Stan said, laughing.
"Now Grunkle Stan, I hope you don't think LITTLE of them!" Mabel added, doubling over.
"Yeah! And, uh… they're short!" The two of them both started laughing. Dipper and I looked at Soos, silently asking for help.
"Dudes, maybe you should lay off a tiny bit," Soos said, giving Stan a free shot.
"Tiny! Soos is in on it now!" Stan said, causing another round of laughter from him and Mabel. Dipper and I left and walked upstairs, hearing Mabel and Stan yell "SHORT-TERM MEMORY!" as we entered the attic.
"Stupid Mabel! We aren't short! Are we?" Dipper asked. He always got paranoid when someone was making fun of him.
"No way. A millimeter is such a small difference that Mabel is literally making a big deal over nothing," I told him as he reached for the journal, which was on the top shelf.
"Come on!" He yelled, kicking the book case, making the journal fall into his hands. "There's gotta be some way to get taller and make Mabel stop laughing at us."
"Good, at least your worried about the right thing," I said, reading over his shoulder.
"This is it," he said after a few minutes of page-flipping. He started reading from a page that had diagrams of buffalo and squirrels. "'Legends of miniature buffalo and giant squirrels have led me to believe there are height altering properties hidden deep within the forest.'" He turned the page and there was a map leading into the woods. "Let's go check this out."
"I wanna grab something first," I told him, going downstairs and to my workshop. I went to my workbench and started moving everything around. "Got it," I said, showing Dipper our Swiss Army knife with an M, D, and W carved in it.
"I was looking for that!" Dipper exclaimed.
"I know, sorry. It helped a lot with some of my projects though," I told him, putting it in my pocket. It was a family keepsake that Great-Grandpa Filbrick had had since WWII. GG Filbrick died before we were born, and his will had given it to Grandpa Shermy. When he found out we would be visiting his brother, he had given it to us, claiming 'with what my brother does, it will be helpful to have around.' "Now let's go find this magic height-altering thing-a-ma-bobber."
We went outside, Dipper with the map in his hands. "Turn left," he told me. We went left into the middle of the woods. After a few minutes of walking and Dipper calling out directions, he closed the journal and put it in his vest. "We should be get- Ow! Ah! Ow ow ow!" He tripped and rolled down a hill.
"Dipper! You okay?" I yelled, running down the hill after him. I stopped moving when I noticed a deer. "Don't move," I whispered to him. He looked confused, then he looked at his chest and noticed the tiny deer himself.
"Whoa," he whispered. The deer jumped off and ran away like nothing happened. I heard a buzzing sound by my ear and reflexively swatted it. Turns out, it was a tiny bald eagle. I cupped my hands around it, then showed Dipper. "That's so… mountain lions." I turned around and saw two mountain lions looking at us.
"Are they tiny, or is it just perspective?" I asked as they moved closer. They started growling and jumped at us. "PERSPECTIVE! GET DOWN!" I yelled, Dipper and I protecting each other. Instead of getting mauled, we started getting tickled. The mountain lions, who were now the size of our hands, ran around our shoulders then jumped to the ground.
"Check out these crystals," Dipper said, looking at our surrounding for the first time. We were in a small alcove with bunches of different sized crystals everywhere. The crystals were giving off pink and blue beams of light. A butterfly flew through a pink light and shrunk to the size of my thumb, then a blue light and got bigger than me. "Gimme our knife," Dipper said, holding out his hand. I gave him the knife and he cut a palm-size crystal out of the bunch. "Let's get outta here," he said, pocketing the crystal and giving me the knife. We ran the entire way back to the shack and went into my workshop.
"There's a red flashlight in the corner chest. Gimme the crystal," I told him, sitting at my workbench. He tossed the crystal to me, then started looking through the chest. I cut a small piece of rope and tied it around the crystal. Dipper handed me the flashlight and I tied the crystal in front of the glass. "Attic, I don't want to mess any of this stuff up."
We went upstairs and sat on the bed, testing the crystal on a piece of paper. Eventually we got it set to work without problems. "Smaller," Dipper said, shrinking a chess pawn. He turned the crystal around and made the pawn so big, it broke through the roof. "TOO BIG!"
"Stop messing around. Let's just grow ourselves," I told him. He nodded and shined the light on me for half a second. I took the flashlight from him and did the same thing. We went downstairs to the gift shop where Mabel was talking to Soos.
"Hey guys, notice anything different about us?" I asked. Soos squinted at us, then sat back.
"You grew an extra millimeter!" He said. Seriously, how can he notice these things? Mabel stood up and measured herself against us, pouting when she turned back around.
"What can we say? Growth spurt," I added, crossing my arms. She pouted for another second, then started grinning.
"Mine happened first. I'm gonna be taller in the end, it's science. Alpha-Pine! Alpha-Pine!" She chanted. I couldn't get back at that, but Dipper could.
"Y'know what else in science? Boys are taller than girls. And I don't know about Willow, but something tells me I've got another growth spurt coming on right this second." He turned around and went back up to the attic, me following him.
"Nice one back there," I told him, making him grow a few inches.
"Her fault; science and logic are her kryptonite," he replied, making me grow. I hid the flashlight under the bed just before Mabel kicked the door in.
"Give it up you two!" She yelled, then stopped when she realized we were a lot taller than her. "What happened?"
"Puberty." "A wizard." Dipper and I said, Dipper giving me a what-the-heck look. "Follow my lead," I whispered to him.
"Just a second ago- Wait, did you say a wizard? OF COURSE! This is some kind of magicy thing! There's a wizard in this closet, isn't there?" Mabel asked, moving next to the closet, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a giant chess pawn in the room. I started acting like my saying wizard was a joke (which it was).
"What? A wizard? No way! I was just kidding!" I told Mabel, who didn't believe me for a second.
"You're telling me that there's not a wizard in this closet. You're telling me that if I open this door right now-"
"Okay, fine! Open it!" I told her. She opened the door and there was nothing in there, just a few of our nicer outfits.
"An invisible wizard! REALLY?" Mabel exclaimed, looking in the closet for anything wizard-like.
"Nice one," Dipper whispered to me.
"How do you make him do things?" Mabel asked, walking back out. "Is there like a secret code word or something? Magic! Spells! Owls!" She started calling out random things related to Harry Potter.
"Mabel, I was kidding! There's no wizard!" I told her, trying not to laugh. She still didn't believe me.
"Does he only respond to incantations? Expecto wizzarium! Wizle! Wizar-" Dipper grabbed the flashlight from under the bed and held it out to show Mabel.
"It's not a wizard! We grew ourselves using this magic flashlight!" He said. Mabel turned around to look at it, then tried to grab it from us. We ran downstairs and into the parking lot, Mabel right behind us. We started wrestling each other for the flashlight, then all three of us fell on the ground, making a caterpillar grow to the size of a school bus.
"Was the wizard in here the whole time?" Mabel asked, making her hand shrink. Dipper took the flashlight from her and turned the crystal around.
"It can grow things too," he said, putting her hand back to normal. Mabel karate-chopped the flashlight out of his hand and made his head grow. I grabbed the flashlight from her and made her head shrink, then fixed Dipper. Mabel tackled me from behind and made her head grow back.
"GIVE IT BACK!" Dipper and I yelled, me standing up.
"NEVER!" Mabel replied. We ran at her and the flashlight flew out of her hands, it landing right in front of Gideon. He picked it up at started looking at it.
"Maybe he didn't see us use it and doesn't know it's a magic flashlight that can grow and shrink things," Mabel said, not realizing Gideon was literally two feet from us.
"Really?" Dipper said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Gideon turned the flashlight on his hand, making it grow. He turned the crystal around and put his hand back to normal size, then glared evilly at us.
"Don't do-" "You wouldn't-" "Give it-" The three of us started, moving towards him. He turned the flashlight on us, making us shrink. We barley reached the top of the toe of his shoe. He started laughing evilly, then reached into his jacket. He pulled out a glass jar (why'd he have that on him?) and trapped us with it, stuffing us in his jacket.
"LET US GO GIDEON! GET US OUT OF HERE!" "YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU HADN'T MESSED WITH US!" "I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BUT I SWEAR AS SOON AS I GET MY CROSSBOW, I AM GOING TO FILL YOUR LITTLE BUTT WITH ARROWS!" The three of us yelled, pounding on the glass. I gave up after a few minutes and started looking at the lid.
"Guys, GUYS!" I said, making them stop hitting the glass. "Gimme a basket toss."
"Why?" Dipper asked. Mabel and I weren't big on gymnastics, but the three of us had done some team obstacle courses when we were younger. One of the challenges was getting your team over an 8-foot wall, so we had picked up a few lifting tricks.
"I might, and that's a big MIGHT, be able to work the lid loose if I can grab something up there," I told them. They nodded and got into position.
"Wait," Mabel said just before I was about to go. "Are you going for height or distance?"
"Height, at least this time," I told her. She nodded and they got adjusted. "Three… two… one," I said, running on one. I jumped up and landed on their arms, them giving me a boost. I put my hands up in case I hit the top and started examining the top of the jar. I only got a few seconds before I started falling back down. Luckily, they were ready. It was a hard landing and all of us fell, but none of us were hurt.
"Any luck?" Mabel asked once we got standing up.
"Maybe. I might be able to grab something, but I doubt I'll be able to turn the lid. But I'll try. Get ready," I told them, going to the far side of the jar.
"Distance, right?" Dipper asked.
"Yeah. Ready? Three… two… one," I said, doing the same thing as last time, only going into the side instead of up. I was able to grab a small ledge in the glass, but there wasn't room for me to be able to do anything except drop.
"Willow, anything?" Dipper called up to me.
"No," I yelled back, looking down. I would have said I was about ten feet up. "Guys, how high are my feet from the ground?"
"Umm… five or six! You need catchers?" He asked.
"No! Just stay back!" I told them, waiting until they backed out of my way. As soon as they were clear, I let go and fell back down, rolling to cushion my fall.
"Willow, you good?" Dipper asked, helping me up.
"Yeah, I'm good. Where I grabbed wasn't high enough to reach the lid, and I wouldn't have been able to get higher without falling," I told them, dusting off.
"It's cool. You did your best. We just have to-" Dipper trailed off when Gideon spoke for the first time since trapping us.
"That's my widdle secret!" He said, giggling. Then in a whisper he said, "Mouth-breathin' fools." We heard a door slam, and a vacuum running. We heard another door slam, then Gideon took the lid off the jar and dumped us on a table. "You three!" He accused, glaring at us. Dipper stepped in front of me and Mabel, going into protective brother mode.
"What're you gonna do with us?" Mabel yelled at him. A loving smile came over his face.
"Mabel, I wouldn't hurt a hair on your itty-bitty head, if you agree to be my queen!" He said, reaching for something under his desk.
"We live in a democracy! And never!" Mabel told him.
"Maybe you'll change your mind after this," Gideon said, picking Mabel up. Mabel started trying to get out of his hand.
"I will fight you until the day I- GUMMY KOALAS!" Gideon put Mabel in the Gummy Koala bag and she immediately started eating one. Gideon watched her for a few seconds, then turned to us.
"As for you two, tell me," he turned a lamp on us. "How exactly did you come upon this magic item? Did somebody tell you about it? Did you read about it somewhere?" Dipper and I looked at each other, Dipper touching the journal that was in his vest. I shook my head slightly. We had decided a while ago that since whoever wrote the journal had felt the need to hide it, we would keep it a secret for as long as possible. Dipper looked behind us at an air-horn. I nodded and moved behind it.
"Come closer and I'll tell you!" Dipper told Gideon. Gideon bent down and turned his ear towards Dipper. "NOW!" Dipper yelled. I blew the air-horn for a few seconds, making Gideon pull back and get pissed off.
"I COULD SQUASH YOU RIGHT NOW!" He yelled, then he calmed down. "Steel yourself Gideon. You can use 'em. You can use 'em…" Gideon reached behind him and picked up a phone, calling Stan.
"Stanford Pines!" Gideon said when Stan picked up. "Listen to me very closely. I have your nieces and nephew. Hand over the deed to the Mystery Shack, or great harm will befall them! This is Gideon by the way." Gideon pulled the phone away from his ear, glaring at it. "I have 'em in my possession! You don't believe me? I'll text you a photo!" Gideon held the phone to his ear for a few seconds then got angry and threw it at the wall, making it break. He stared at the wall, then started laughing like crazy.
"What am I doin'? I don't need ransom! I got this!" He said, holding up the flashlight. "I'll just shrink Stan and take the Shack myself! You'll be helpless to stop me, and if you step outta line, SMASH!" He said, breaking little figurines of us with his hand.
"Gideon! The ice cream truck is here!" Gideon's dad yelled.
"Comin'!" Gideon replied, grabbing a hamster and putting it on the table next to us. "Guard 'em Cheekems. I'm comin'!" Gideon ran out of the room, grinning excitedly. Dipper grabbed a q-tip and poked Cheekums with it. He squeaked but didn't move a muscle.
"We gotta get out of here and save Stan!" Dipper said, throwing the q-tip off the table.
"I know! I'll see you later," Mabel said, putting a koala head in her sweater pocket.
"Just watch. That koala head will eat through her pocket and to her body. Then Mabel will turn into a gummy koala and the koala will get her revenge on the human race for always eating its family," I said, being creepy again. Dipper pushed me, then started pacing around.
"How are we gonna do this? Gideon's got magic and like a zillion inches on us."
"So there WAS a wizard!" Mabel yelled, climbing out of the Gummy Koala bag. I slapped the back of her head, can't believing she was still on this.
"For the last time, there was NO WIZARD! I was messing with you. Let it go. And you can't rip on us anymore because we're the same height again." She started looking me up and down, then walked to the back of the table and brought back a ruler. The three of us stood beside it and Mabel was still a millimeter taller.
"How are you still taller than us?" Dipper asked, knocking the ruler down.
"I guess it's another mystery," she said, walking over to Cheekums.
"Which is another reason we have to get that flashlight back," I told Dipper. He nodded and we started looking around for anything we could use to get down.
"How high up are we?" I asked Dipper. He looked over the edge for a few seconds, then turned around.
"Three feet normally, but perspective says 30," he told me. I nodded and went over to Gideon's hairbrush, pulling out some of the hairs.
"Cheekums, to freedom!" Mabel yelled. She had gotten on Cheekums' back and was trying to ride him like a horse. "To freedom!" She yelled again, spanking him. When he didn't move, Mabel started petting him. "You're just a big old dummy-dumb."
"Mabel, get off of him and come help us tie Gideon's hairs together," I told her. She got off and five minutes later, the three of us had made a hair rope long enough to get us down. We rappelled down the leg of the table, then snuck under the door into the living room. Gideon and his dad were eating ice cream while his mom vacuumed.
"CLEAN ME!" Gideon said, his dad wiping his face. "Father, could you give widdle ol' me a ride to the Mystery Shack?"
"I'd love to sugar-pot, but I have a lot of cars to sell, yes I do," Gideon's dad said, tickling Gideon's belly. Gideon got pissed and threw the ice cream carton cross the room, yelling at his dad.
"NEVER tickle me! What have I told you?" Gideon asked.
"Ticklin' is no laughing matter," Gideon's dad replied sheepishly. "You still need a ride to the Shack?"
"I'll just take the BUS!" Gideon said, storming out of the house.
"Let's go!" Dipper said, running across the room and out the doggie door. We ended up in the lot, Gideon nowhere in sight. "We have to get up higher."
"Especially you two, cause your short," Mabel said, laughing at us.
"Not the time Mabel. How about up there?" I asked, pointing to a discount balloon attached to one of the cars. We ran to the car and climbed on top of it, then climbed the rope to the top of the balloon. Gideon was sitting at the bus stop next to Lazy Susan, the flashlight in his hand. We couldn't hear what they said, but Susan looked uncomfortable next to Gideon. The bus came and Gideon got on, going towards the shack.
"He's gonna shrink Stan! We gotta get there before he does!" Dipper said, looking around.
"Oh flying discount dollar, if only you could fly us back to the Shack," Mabel said.
"Maybe it can," I said, pulling our knife out of my pocket and cutting the rope of the balloon, the wind catching us and taking us in the direction of the shack. We had to make a few small direction changes, but we made it there no problem and actually beat Gideon. We landed the balloon on top of the totem pole.
"We're just in time," Dipper said as the bus pulled up. "But how are we gonna stop Gideon?"
"Leave that to Mabel," Mabel said, throwing the head of her gummy koala into Gideon's hair. While he fixed his hair, we zip-lined down a wire and onto the ground. When Mabel had thrown the koala in Gideon's hair, he had stupidly dropped the flashlight.
"Stand in front of it and I'll regrow you guys," Mabel said as we got the flashlight set up.
"Wait," Dipper said before Mabel could do anything. "You're gonna grow us back to equal height, right?"
"Dude, that doesn't matter right now!" Mabel told him. I just wanted to get this whole thing over with, but for some reason, he was still worried about ONE MILLIMETER!
"If it doesn't matter, then why not just do it?" Dipper asked.
"Dude! Not now!" I told him.
"Why are you acting so weird? Why can't you just accept it that I'm a bit taller than you two?" Mabel asked. Okay, that made me snap.
"Why have you been calling us names all day?" I asked her. That was the big thing I was worried about, not the height.
"Yeah, she's right! Calling us names isn't like you."
"What, you mean like little-"
"Don't say it!" Dipper interrupted her.
"Little Dipper." Son of a- Gideon had fixed his hair and had got us. He picked us up with one hand, grabbing the flashlight with the other. "I dare say y'all would have defeated me, if it wasn't for your siblin' bickerin'!" He said, kicking the door open. "The Shack is mine, Stanford Pines!" Gideon yelled, turning on the flashlight. Stan's fez fell on the floor. Gideon walked over to it and lifted it up. "It appears I finally got the best of- WHAT?!"
"Something's definitely different here," Soos said. For some reason, Soos had been wearing Stan's fez. In his excitement, Gideon (and us) had failed to notice that Soos was wearing it. Gideon picked up Soos and put the four of us in the jar, shaking it angrily.
"Tell me where Stan is!" Gideon yelled at us.
"You'll never find Stan, down the hall, through the second door on the left," Soos replied, face-palming when he realized what he had said. "Why did I say that?"
"Oh Stanford! I'm comin' for ya!" Gideon sing-songed, putting us in jacket. The four of us started pounding on the glass, but still nothing. Mabel blew a raspberry at Gideon's school ID photo.
"I kinda Soosed that one up, didn't I?" Soos asked, sliding his back down the side of the jar.
"It's not your fault Soos. I'm the one who put that flashlight together," I told him, sitting down next to him.
"And I'm the one who over-reacted," Dipper added, turning to Mabel. "But Mabel, what was with you teasing us all day?" Mabel tossed him our score-keeping notebook.
"You guys are better than me at like everything, and you always rub it in my face. Chess, checkers, ping pong, foosball. I guess I finally felt like I was winning something for once."
"We really were doing that?" I asked. Mabel nodded. Okay, I admit, we do brag sometimes. But I never realized we were hurting her, and from the look on his face, neither did Dipper.
"I feel like a big jerk," Dipper said, pocketing his notebook. Mabel eyes lit up playfully.
"Don't you mean a little jerk?" She teased. The four of us started laughing.
"I walked right into that one. We cool?" Dipper asked, holding his fist out.
"We're cool," Mabel said, the two of us putting our fists in.
"Am I cool?" Soos asked, the three of us smiling.
"You're cool Soos," Mabel said, fist-bumping him. He smiled, the three of us putting today's events behind us.
"STANFORD!" Gideon yelled.
"We gotta get out of here!" I said, looking at the lid again.
"I have an idea. Get on my shoulders," Soos said, standing up. He put Dipper on his shoulders first, then Mabel, then me. We were just tall enough for me to work the lid loose and climb out.
"Let's get that flashlight back before Gideon finds Stan," Dipper said, the four of us poking our heads out of Gideon's pocket.
"What's with all the mirrors?" Mabel asked.
"Stan and I set up a mirror maze while you guys were gone," Soos replied.
"There's the flashlight!" I said, pointing at Gideon's other pocket. The four of us climbed up his chest and onto this shoulders.
"His hair is so shiny!" Mabel said, walking up to it. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back.
"Don't look directly at it!" I yelled at her. Soos fell backwards onto Gideon's neck.
"His neck is so squishy! I can make fat angels!" Soos said, moving his arms and legs back and forth.
"Termites!" Gideon yelled, reaching his hand up. He slapped the back of his neck, knocking Soos off his shoulders.
"Save Stan! Tell my storyyyyyyy!" Soos yelled as he fell.
"We have to save Stan," I whisper-growled. They nodded, and we stood on Gideon's shoulder. I gotta give Stan and Soos credit; they had got the maze set up really well. Gideon grabbed the flashlight and aimed it a one of Stan's reflections. It bounced off a bunch of mirrors, then shrunk a moose head. Gideon threw the flashlight and broke one of the mirrors.
"Watch the merchandise!" Stan yelled. Gideon picked up the flashlight and started smashing the mirrors.
"You little troll!" Stan yelled, walking into sight. "Those mirrors cost me ten, I mean 25, 500, 500 dollars each, and you're paying for all of them!"
"Oh contraire, Monsieur. It will be you who pays!" Gideon replied, walking forwards with the flashlight out.
"Grunkle Stan is doomed!" Mabel exclaimed, freaking out a bit. I started thinking, but Dipper beat me to it.
"Not completely doomed! To his armpit!" Mabel shook her head, but I pulled her down.
"You wanna save Stan or not?" I asked, leading the way. Yes, it was gross, but at least it didn't smell; Gideon's lavender deodorant took care of that.
"Prepare for the wrath of Gideon Glee-" We started tickling him and he started laughing uncontrollably, yelling at us to stop. Gideon started rolling around, so we climbed out of his shirt and onto his side. Stan was rolling Gideon through the house with his foot. He rolled him out the door and onto the ground, us jumping off and onto the porch.
"My light!" Gideon yelled as we ran back inside. The flashlight was just inside the door to the gift shop.
"You're the light of my life too kid," Stan said, closing the door. "Freak show," he muttered, picking up his fez and leaving the gift shop. We ran over to the flashlight, Dipper getting the crystal set up, me standing next to the switch.
"After you," Dipper said, stepping back.
"You can go first if you- whoa!" I turned the flashlight on before Mabel could finish, making her grow back to normal size. She grabbed the flashlight and grew Dipper and I, then checked her height next to us. "You let me keep my extra millimeter!"
"You earned it," Dipper replied. I took the flashlight and removed the crystal.
"Thanks, little-"
"Stop it," I interrupted. "We should destroy this thing, so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands again."
"Seems like the smart thing to do," Dipper said. Mabel took the crystal from me and threw it on the ground, jumping up and down on it a few times.
"There you dudes are!" Soos yelled. We looked on the floor at a tiny Soos, who had arranged some of the pieces of crystal to spell 'HELP SOOS.' "I've been trying to get your attention."
"Glue," Mabel said, picking up some of the pieces.
"Lots of glue," Dipper added. I started walking out the door. "Willow, where are you going?"
"To get another crystal! Don't wait up!" I called over my shoulder, walking outside and into the woods.
Gideon's POV
"Son, don't you mind that Stanford Pines," Daddy told me. I had been pacin' for a half hour, furious the Pines had ruined my plans again. "You'll get your revenge one of these days."
"NO!" I yelled, flippin' a chair over. "It ain't about revenge. I want that shack. The physical buildin'."
"But why?" Daddy asked, turnin' on the TV.
"Because it holds a secret you couldn't possibly imagine," I replied, laughin' evilly.
"Okay sweetie. Duck-tective is about to start, so come sit down," Daddy said, puttin' the show on. "You want some ice cream?"
"Did you pick out all the nuts?" I asked. Daddy nodded and held out the spoon. He fed me some ice cream, and I started evil laughin' again. "Little more," I said, Daddy feedin' me again. "That's good," I said as the show started. I couldn't focus on the show, because my mind was tryin' to figure out new ways to get the one thing I wanted most, without getting arrested for tresspassin'; Journal #1.
Willow's POV
We had gotten Soos fixed with the new crystal no problem. We decided to keep the flashlight in one piece, so it was sitting in one of the trunks in my workshop. Stan, Dipper, Mabel and I were in the living room, watching the end of the new Duck-tective episode.
"Duck-tective! What on earth is going on?" The Constable yelled, following Duck-tective into his hideout. They worked out of the basement of an old hotel that no one knew about. For some reason when they walked in, Duck-tective had freaked out and flew to his hideout.
I have to see if they're still there, Duck-tective quacked. He used his beak to pull a curtain away from a hidden compartment. It was empty.
"Your notebooks!" The Constable exclaimed. Duck-tective had kept track of every case in a few secret notebooks. They were like our journal, so losing them meant something major. "What happened to them?"
I saw the Roost's best agent in the lobby. The Roost was a secret organization, and in their eyes, Duck-tective was public enemy number one.
"We have to get them back!" The Constable said, putting Duck-tective on his shoulder. He ran out of the hotel and onto the street. "Which way?" The Constable cried, putting Duck-tective on the ground. Duck-tective started smelling the ground, and eventually ran to the right. He started flying low to the ground, the Constable right behind him. The agent eventually came into sight, but then he turned into an alley.
"Come back here!" The Constable yelled, putting Duck-tective on his shoulder and entering the alley.
"We meet again," The agent said, turning around and holding the notebooks up.
Give me back the notebooks, Duck-tective quacked.
"Sure thing, but first… NOW!" The agent pulled out a grappling hook and flew onto the roof of a building. Four other agents entered the alley, weapons drawn.
It's a- BANG! One of the agents fired his gun. Duck-tective fell off the Constable's shoulder, hitting the ground. The screen went black, TO BE CONTINUED popping up and the credits rolling.
"NO!" "DUCK-TECTIVE!" "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" "WHEN'S THE NEXT EPISODE?!" We all yelled. I grabbed our laptop and looked on the Duck-tective episode guide.
"August 10th, normal half hour, called Roost Rising, and yes, it is the season finale," I told them. Stan nodded and started getting cleaned up, Dipper and I started searching the internet for any leaked info, and Mabel started knitting a new sweater.
"Kids, time for bed," Stan told us, walking back in.
"But it's only ten!" We complained. He nodded, but sent us to bed anyway.
"I know, but it's been a long day, and I have a surprise for you tomorrow. So get some sleep," he told us. We went upstairs and got ready, then laid down.
"You guys find anything?" Mabel asked us.
"Sorry, there was nothing. No names of guest stars, no leaked images, no names of new characters, no nothing. There must be something major going on if they're keeping everything so wrapped up," Dipper told her, turning out the light.
"Oh well, what can we do?" Mabel asked.
"Anyway, nothing that happens there can be weirder than what happened to us today," I said.
"I know, right? I can't believe this stuff has happened to us every day, and we've only been here like two weeks," Dipper added.
"It's not like it can get much weirder," Mabel whispered, falling asleep. I nodded, but had a bad feeling that as long as Gideon was around, things could get MUCH weirder. Oh well, I thought. At least we'll always have the journal to help us out.
Oh, the irony. I know that the Duck-tective part wasn't in the episode, but I wanted to add it to show some common reactions I've seen/had while watching this show. Really quick, if any of you have ideas for a three-person costume for the next chapter, let me know. And I'm going to say this now because I know someone will ask later; As far at this story goes, Dipper, Mabel and Willow DO know that Grunkle Stan had a brother, but like everyone else, they think that Grunkle Stan is Stanford and that Stanley died before they were born. Anyway, please leave a review, tell Alex and Ariel Happy Birthday, pray for those in Orlando, and I'll see you in two weeks. #IAmPulse